Fairy Cleaners.

In my dream the other night,
I saw the Fairies in full flight.
They were on their way, the stars to clean,
the most impressive sight I have ever seen.

All had buckets and scrubbers with cloths and soap,
they were flying and singing, I knew they could cope.
Flying to a section of the Milky Way,
they scrubbed and cleaned until the light of day.

Tired and happy they returned to the earth,
Joking and bantering they were full of mirth.
The next night they flew to the Moon,
they scrubbed and cleaned until the afternoon.

The next time you are out at night,
and see the moon and stars so shiny and bright.
Think of the Fairies and the work they have done,
the next step is they will clean the sun.

They clean and polish every hundred years or so,
that we on Earth may enjoy the show.
When you are asleep just dream very slow,
you might see the Fairies, You just might you know.

Attic Books.

Later on I went back up into my attic. The books that I had seen written in what I thought was Latin, gave me no peace. I just had to get them and take them to the Public Library. I had made an appointment with the Librarian who had promised to look the books over and tell me something about their contents. I arrived at the Library and showed my books to the Librarian. She looked at the books and said, “These are not written in Latin, it is some other language.” She wanted to send the books to a friend of hers but I did not want to let them out of my hand.

I went back home and looked through the books I saw a word or two that I am sure had been spoken by; Her Majesty Queen Feeanna. Excitedly I took the books to the forest carefully wrapped up in brown paper and slung over my shoulders in my rucksack. I saw a few Fairies painting the flowers and told one of them I wanted to have a word with the Queen Feeanna. The Fairy waved her small magic wand and disappeared.

In what seemed only a few seconds her Majesty appeared in her usual flash of light and a puff of smoke. I told her of my finding of the books in the attic and of the Librarians telling me that they were not in Latin. Then I mentioned the one or two words that I had thought Her Majesty had used on various occasions. Queen Feeanna smiled at my accent and asked me to show her the books.

I carefully unwrapped the books and the Queen opened one of them. After looking at the page of the book for a few seconds she asked me if there were any more books in the house written in this language. I said I did not know but I would look and let her know if I found anything. Her Majesty now told me about the books they had been stolen from the Fairy School a long time ago. These were the books used to teach the fairy Children the old language that they needed to make their magic spells work.

These books in the wrong hands could wreak havoc in the world of the humans. Her Majesty took out of her pocket the small truth mirror that I had got to know so well. Looking into the mirror she said there are two more books in a place just outside of Vienna in Austria. The books were in a shop owned by a man named Schmidt. Helmut Schmidt. Helmut Schmidt would sell the books if the price were right.

I thought here we go again Her Majesty will ask me to fly to Austria and try to buy the books. This I am glad to say was not the idea that Her Majesty had in her royal head. She sent me with a German-speaking Leprechaun by means of her magic. A wave of her magic wand and I was on the street of a small village. The name of the village was Aspang and sure enough there was the shop of one Helmut Schmidt. I walked casually into the shop and asked if I could have a look around.

I saw the books on a shelf in the middle of the shop. To get to them I would have to wander around a little trying to look interested in the books some of which were very, very old. I eventually worked my way around to the books and my Friend the Leprechaun entered the shop. Her Majesty had given us gold in plenty for the books but I was determined to drive a hard bargain for them.

The Leprechaun asked in perfect German if they had any books on mushrooms. Herr Schmidt gave him a small collection of books to look at. The Leprechaun said,” I will take all of these they are just what I am looking for.” I took the two books of magic off of the shelf and asked in a bored voice how much for these two books.  Herr Schmidt was looking at me in surprise. No one had ever taken these books in their hands and he thought this is my chance to get rid of them. I offered him five hundred shillings in Austrian Money and he immediately agreed. He was so pleased that the Leprechaun had bought all of his books on mushrooms. He did not realise what a prize he was giving me for so little money. I bid Herr Schmidt a good day and went out of the shop with the two books under my arm. I heard the Leprechaun calling out in his best German, “Auf Wiedersehen.” Out on the street we smiled at each other and then the flash and the puff of smoke and we were back in Fairyland where I gave Her Majesty the two magic books and the rest of the gold. The Leprechaun then came back home with me still carrying his mushroom books. We enjoyed a cup of tea together and the books he left with me on my table.

I hunted high and low in my house even in the cellar but I found no more books magic or otherwise. That night I went to my bed and dreamed of Herr Schmidt and his books he was still smiling at what he thought was a very good bargain. A couple of old books that no one could read for five hundred shillings. I had made his day and he unknowingly had made my day for me.

Fairy Coronation.

I saw the Fairy King and Queen,

the prettiest sight I have ever seen.

It was at the Royal Coronation,

an event that pleased the entire nation.

The Royal Court all were there,

from page-boy to damsels fair.

This all took place in the spring,

choirs of fairies did sweetly sing.

The reception in the Palace Royal,

was for all the subjects that were loyal.

Fairies, Imps, and Leprechauns fair,

all of the Fairy Folks were there.

A good time was had by one and all,

much better than the Fairy Annual Ball.

The King kissed the Fairy Queen,

the Palace took on a brand new sheen.

Tables filled with drinks and food,

everyone was in a happy mood.

The Coronation went really well,

as if all were under a Fairy spell.

Dancing took place on the ballroom floor,

a Unicorn stood by each open Palace door.

Festivities went on throughout the night,

it was all such a jolly, moving sight.

Then it was the break of day,

sadly all was vanished away.

There I stood all on my own,

disappointed I turned and went back home.

Back home to my comfy bed,

where I laid down my old grey head.

Dreams of Fairies flashed through my mind.

fairies that may be seen by all mankind.

Beauty Contest.

In Fairyland the Fairies agreed to hold a contest to see who was the prettiest Fairy. The great day arrived and the Fairies came in two’s and three’s to the meeting place. All of the Fairies had been trying for days to get their hair in shape for the event. All had used the still waters of the stream for a mirror. Some of the styles were very odd to say the least. One of the Fairies in her excitement had fallen in to the stream and it took over a quarter of an hour to dry her wings.

“Who would be the judge of the contest?” I found myself asking the Fairies; this was something that they had forgotten about. I told them that I could not be a Judge because I found them all very pretty. The Leprechauns were asked but they refused it was not a Leprechauns duty to say who was the prettiest Fairy of them all. Then the Pixies were asked but the Fairies knew the Pixies too well and they all agreed that the Pixies were not competent to give a fair judgement.

The Royal Queen of the Fairies, Queen Feeana was asked but owing to matters of importance could not come to be the judge of the contest. This was now getting out of hand; whoever had heard of a beauty contest without a judge or judges. Some of the suggestions from the fairies were not very good. One suggested that as the Toad is an ugly creature it above all would be able to judge who was the prettiest of all the Fairies.

Then another Fairy put forward that the Dragon who is one of the most truthful of all the creatures should be the judge. Another was that the Flying Horse Pegasus would be more fitting as he was such a handsome being that he could not fail to pick the prettiest of all the Fairies. Another suggestion was that a Gnome should be the Judge after all everyone knows that Gnomes are ugly from birth on.

The Fairies were taking this matter so seriously that they started getting shoddy with their work. Flowers that were once known to be blue such as the cornflower were painted blue yellow and black. The daisies were now looking from dark red to bright pink even the humans were beginning to take notice. Most people put the colour mistakes down to the world’s overheating. It was just another side effect.

Just as things were going from bad to worse I had one of my ideas. It was not brilliant but it would I thought do the trick. I called all of the Fairies together and told them that the Fairy that could write the best poem about fairies would be the winner as all the fairies were very pretty each in his or her own way. I made it a condition that no one was to write a single word until the Fairies all day work had been done.

Then I became over a hundred poems written by the Fairies all were very good but I had to pick a winner. I placed all of the poems in a large basket and got the youngest Fairy to pick one from the basket. This I read and announced the winner it was Donnafee. Here is her poem judge for yourself whether I made the right choice or not.

Bewitched.

The day started of fine, sunny periods with here and there a small cloud hurrying across the sky. It was just the weather to go out into the countryside. I passed orchards with rows of trees in fruit. It promised to be a good harvest year. Sheep and cattle were lazily grazing the tender grass. Here and there a cow was lying under a tree as if to get out of the hot sun. I wandered slowly across the approach to the Kentish Downs. Flowers were everywhere to be seen in the hedgerows. Bees could be seen busily flying from flower to flower, gathering pollen, all in all, a day to be out in the fresh air of Kent.

In the distance there was a large copse of trees, which promised shade and coolness. The sun was now high in the midday sky and I began to perspire. I reached the copse at last and settled myself down on the ground beneath an old Oak tree. Soon my eyelids became heavy and I dropped off into a light slumber. I was not alone; soon Fairies were playing all around me. Their soft melodious voices lulled me deeper and deeper into a dream world. I too became a Fairy and flew backwards and forwards with the other Fairies in an age-old Fairy game, it was similar to the tag that I had played as a young boy. I felt the pangs of thirst coming over me and said that I would like something to drink. One of the Fairies offered me a flower full of juice the like of which I had never tasted before. My thirst being quenched I now realised that I was hungry. The same fairy offered me a Fairy cake it was delicious, small but my hunger was stilled.

We played for quite a while I had lost all feeling for time; I was so happy that I belonged to this group of Fairies. For the hundredth time I flew backwards and forwards just for the joy of being able to fly. In the distance I heard a peel of thunder and the heavens were becoming quite dark. I thought to myself we are going to have a heavy thunderstorm we had better find shelter somewhere before we all got soaking wet.

One of the Fairies waved her magic wand and we all disappeared into a large cave. The walls of the cave were of chalk with here and there flint stones showing through. It was warm and quite dry here in the cave that was lit by some strange candles. When one approached the candles they got brighter. When one went away they mysteriously dimmed. I thought at first that we were alone in the cave but in one corner I saw an old woman with a tall black hat on her head. On a perch stuck into the wall of the cave was an Owl it blinked slowly as it moved its head here and there trying to find what had obviously disturbed it.

The old woman was busy with a small fire that she kept blowing into to make it burn more brightly. Sitting on an old mat was a large black cat, its eyes were deep yellow and it was angry I could see this by the way its tail waved quickly back and forth. The Owl and the Cat knew that we were in the cave but the old woman had not seen or heard us. One of the Fairies in her excitement fell against a small shelf that was also fixed into the wall of the cave. Crash! A few pots and pans and some strange looking glass jars fell to the floor. Now the old woman saw the Fairies and me for the first time. She was very angry that strangers had entered her cave. She muttered a few words and threw some herbs and powder on to the fire. A puff of smoke and a bright flash and all of the Fairies stopped perfectly still. Not a wing moved it was as if they had all been mesmerised. I found that I could still move perhaps because I was not a real fairy.

Now it was up to me to rescue the fairies but how? I quickly flew to each fairy and gave them a gentle push towards the opening of the cave. The old woman still did not see me and as soon as all the Fairies were in the opening of the cave I pushed them all outside. Once in the fresh air they soon recovered and I was the hero of the day. It had stopped raining and we played some more Fairy games and it was then that I saw myself asleep under the old oak tree.

I became frightened and the next thing I can remember is waking up. Sitting in the Oak tree high up on a branch was a large brown Owl. I got slowly to my feet and started my long walk back home. One of the Fairies accompanied me until we reached the main road, then she too much to my disappointment disappeared. I have often been back since but I have never seen another Fairy. Did the old woman have anything to do with their not coming back?

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